Hi!

I am a twenty-four brown-eyed Aruban wanderer;forever questioning where I'm goingand where I've been. And when I'm not reading,I'm writing. When I'm not writing, I'm reading.

Furthermore, writing has always been myway of captivating a deep thought, grief,lost love, depression and even hatred (sometimes).

Feel free to read and comment on my weird,puzzling, obsessive, reckless and sometimesconfusing poems. It's all about what youinterpret from them that gets me buzzin'!

Thank you and have fun reading y'all.

-Lily Clarisa

Monday, March 21, 2016

Too happy to weep

I don't feel the loneliness creeping up on me...I can't write about this--Not anymoreI can only mimic the echo of my dismal voice,but alas,Nothing compares to this being with youthis unloneliness...YetI am not whole;I am incomplete A tethered soul... And till the day I dieThis manner I will be,but alasI am too happy to weep

About Me

Who am I you ask (or totally aren't)?I am a twenty-four brown-eyed Aruban wanderer, forever questioning where I'm going and where I've been.I know how that sounds, trust me, but it's true! And so me.I'm either stuck in the past or trying to foresee my future, with no luck btw.